The coast of Haiyia Province.

It is completely different from the pleasant scenery and bustling Silver Moon Bay.

This blood-stained beach will only emit a putrid odor more pungent than the smell of fish in the sun. There is no fertile soil flowing with milk and honey, but only shocking fear and death.

Near the Wailing Rock next to the Death Coast, on the cold and damp leeward side, there was a chirping noise at the moment.

A group of blue-skinned humanoids with scales and gills were reciting obscure eulogies and praying under the leadership of the priest for the hunt that was about to begin today.

Two strong monsters walked to the cage that was half submerged in the sea water, skillfully opened the cage, and pulled the dying man out of it.

Being soaked in sea water all day long, the skin on his neck had become ulcerated and sores formed, and the bulging blood vessels seemed to be about to jump out from under the cracked skin.

The two monsters carried him to the beach, threw him among the group of praying monsters, and then stepped aside.

Listening to the strange cries around him, the man tried to get up from the ground, but he couldn't exert any strength at all, and the parts of his body felt like they were not his own.

He had not eaten for three days and was severely dehydrated. He was in a daze and could drift to another world at any time. He could not even utter a voice begging for mercy.

Seeing the guy dying, the scaly monsters around him shouted excitedly and even danced.

This shows that the ancestors who escaped into the waves accepted their tributes. The surging waves swept away the essence of the prey. The weakness of the sacrifices is the best proof!

And now there is only the last step left——

"...the dirty blood will be sprinkled all over the beach to comfort the souls of our ancestors."

The priest, who was chanting the sacrificial incantation and smeared with mud on his face, walked up to him and stretched out his thin but powerful arms to grab him from the ground.

Before he could react, it slit his throat and chest with a sharp piece of flint, letting the blood spurt out and spill on the dark beach.

Those twisted figures were like cheering and screaming imps in hell.

They pounced on the corpse, smearing mud and sand mixed with blood on their foreheads and chests as a symbol of receiving the blessings of their ancestors.

If you are a survivor living in the Cloud Province, you will definitely be familiar with these blue-skinned guys who perform bloody rituals.

They are the aquatic mutants that make countless fishermen and sailors talk about it!

These guys who move along the coastline are even more difficult to deal with than their green-skinned compatriots. They are ferocious, savage, and cunning. When they encounter a lone wastelander, they will swarm them to pieces, and they will say nothing when encountering a tough opponent.

He said to turn around and run away.

Compared with terrestrial mutants, they have less human elements and more beast elements.

It is precisely for this reason that few aquatic mutants can form large tribes of ten thousand people, and most of them live scattered in the form of villages.

Due to their wider range of activities and diet, their thirst for mammalian flesh and blood is not as strong as that of their green-skinned compatriots. Their attacks on humans are usually only motivated by the instinct of hatred and the need for sacrifice and reproduction.

But it would be a mistake to think that they are more kind and docile than green-skinned guys. Precisely because they do not regard humans as their main source of food, their talent in "wasting food" makes them even murderous.

The green-skinned man couldn't help but frown when he saw it.

In fact, before the Church of the Torch set foot on this land, there were no aquatic mutants here.

The militiamen of the Iron Tower organization will patrol along the coastline and destroy every nest they find. They are even more active than the paid military contractors in the Cloud Province, so almost no aquatic mutants can gain a foothold in this area.

However, since the Torch Church came here, everything has changed.

Those magic sticks use the "Kingdom of Heaven" to manipulate ordinary humans who become prisoners of Nago, and for those mutants who are not controlled by Nago, they use what the latter desires as bait to sign an alliance with them.

In just over ten years, the coastline of Haiya Province has completely become a breeding ground for aquatic mutants.

Especially the Wailing Rock area has almost become the domain of these monsters with fish scales. Even cargo ships from the east coast dare not approach this sea area easily.

After completing the ceremony, the priest stood quietly on the shore and put the blood-stained flint into a dirty cloth bag.

At this moment, its pupils suddenly shrank and it looked towards the rocky beach.

I saw a shadow bathed in golden light standing there, like a god emerging from the rising waves.

The surrounding mutants turned a blind eye to the existence of the golden shadow, as if they couldn't see him.

This is also true.

Only the selected people with implanted chips can look into the eyes of the indescribable existence.

The old priest lowered his body tremblingly and knelt on one knee.

Looking at the ugly guy, Arzu slowly spoke.

"Do something for me."

The mutant priest said respectfully.

"Please give your orders."

Arzu continued.

"Go west along the coast, and then go south. You will see a strait, and there is a human village on the north shore."

"Kill them all, leaving no one behind!"

A human village!

Upon hearing these words, the priest's eyes flashed with excitement and bloodlust.

It bent down respectfully and placed its forehead with wrinkled scales on the blood-stained beach.

"yes!"

When it raised its head again, the pale golden light had disappeared, leaving only the sound of the surging tide and waves on the rocky beach.

It stood up from the ground, looked at the tribesmen lying on the beach fighting for the favor of their ancestors, and let out a shrill and sharp howl.

The sound was like the sound of a war drum. Not only did the clansmen lying on the beach straighten up, but faces covered with scales also poked out from behind the Wailing Rock.

Blue fish scales gathered towards the edge of the beach, and in a short time there were thousands of them.

The weapons in their hands are all kinds of, including harpoons, fishing nets, wooden sticks with hooks and shields made of turtle shells. In addition to these simple weapons, there are also some elites in the tribe who carry harpoon guns and iron weapons.

Customized short cannons, tubular mine launchers and even assault rifles.

Most of these weapons were seized from human hands, and some were DIYed by themselves using parts from shipwrecks.

Seeing more and more tribesmen gathering, the priest let out a shrill roar again.

"The enemy! In the south!"

"Along the coastline! You can find their villages!"

"Go to war!"

Pairs of turbid pupils were lit up by the desire for blood, and the roar was answered with even more fanatical and bloodthirsty howls.

"Ouch!"

Looking at those excited young men, the priest's face was filled with a fanatical and sick smile, and his dry hands were trembling with excitement.

finally--

The real sacrifice is about to begin!

…

French fries port.

On the edge of the golden beach, emerald green palm leaves sway gently with the sea breeze, creating a peaceful and peaceful scene.

Under the mottled shade of the trees, in a simple shed made of hay and coconut shells, there were scrawled several pitch-black computer cases that were incompatible with the surrounding scenery.

The fan of the chassis is humming, and the light blue holographic light and shadow are intertwined on the disc-shaped imaging device to form a constantly flashing three-dimensional image.

What is displayed on the holographic screen at this moment is the holographic structural diagram of the "蟞" type engineering armor designed by Shelter 100.

This thing is currently the most advanced land-based multi-functional construction equipment in the Alliance. Even the companies that have completed the grand project of Ideal City are amazed by its exquisite design and praise it as "a miracle born in the sewer."

Although there is an indescribable sense of superiority in this title, there is no doubt that even the engineers of Ideal City were "little bit" shocked by this thing.

Obviously, this shock was also the same for the Coral City engineers.

Looking at the holographic image spread out in front of him, the middle-aged man wearing flat glasses had a surprised expression on his face, and then looked at Fang Chang who was standing aside and asked.

"Incredible design... Is this made by your shelter?"

His name is Zhou Zhehui, a survivor of Coral City, and one of the designers of the "Electric Ray" underwater automatic welding unmanned vehicle.

Since joining the alliance some time ago, he used the professional equipment and editing software provided by the scientific expedition team to copy the drawings of the "Electric Ray" unmanned boat to Meng Liang and the others, and then joined the alliance on the recommendation of the latter.

Scientific expedition team.

The appearance of that thing is similar to that of a real electric ray, like a flat fan. It can crawl forward on the seabed hundreds of meters deep, grab building materials with the suction cups on its lower abdomen, and perform dangerous underwater welding operations on behalf of divers.

According to the drawings he provided, the automated production workshop on the B7 floor of Shelter 404 made ten samples on a trial basis. They have been sent to Chipchi Port by the Niu Ma airship and put into the submarine freshwater pipeline from Chipchi Harbor to the circular island.

of construction.

Judging from the feedback from the construction workers, this unmanned boat called Electric Ray is indeed easy to use, and the construction speed is more than three times faster than the strength-type oxen and horses.

The manager quickly approved the production plan for one hundred electric ray unmanned boats again, and made an exception to arrange it at the front of the production queue. More electric ray unmanned boats will be airlifted to the French fries port soon.

Participate in the construction of ports and submarine pipelines.

Currently, Zhou Gong's daily job is to guide technicians sent by the alliance to master the skills of using the "Electric Ray" unmanned boat, including setting work goals and paths through automated programs installed on the terminal.
To be continued...